She couldn’t understand how he could lift her from below, holding her entire body weight in his arms as he thrust deep in to her. She let out a soft moan
“Chief don’t stop”
“Don’t call me chief, like I’m some old guy call me Anthony. Besides, we haven’t even started here”.
He spoke in between thrusts, his grip was firm, his muscles were firm as steel cables. Nothing about his fit athletic body gave indication of his age. They were on the third round and he looked like he might be able to go a fourth before reaching his limit. He showed her skills she didn’t know existed in positions she never thought were possible. She was scared of him, his prowess topped that of any man she had ever been with. Each time they had sessions she would drift into deep sleep only to wake up to what seemed like a different reality where she had a life outside that room, that house and Chief’s possessive arms.
No matter how many rounds they went, she wanted more. Chief, no Tony, was like an aphrodisiac everything about his 45 year old body exuded a level of sex appeal that no man should ever have. Billionaire at 38, Nigerian Senator at 44, he was 6 feet 3’, with a muscular well-toned body and a skin so smooth it that looked like it was made of glass. His voice was unusually soft and sonorous for a man of such status and power, he seemed like he had seduced his way to affluence but his eyes held a dark light. They looked like they could sift between skin and bone to see through to the soul. Something about him spoke of an enigmatic persona, a mystery, a puzzle, a person who could conceal rage behind a smile and give a death sentence in between fits of hysterical laughter.
This man was a devilish dangerous womanizer, and he was absolutely irresistible. She came to herself after 3 hours of sleep. Her head was still spinning “Damn! What a session”
She tried to hold her head in one position and she struggles to recollect pieces of memories that were available to her shattered mind.
“So I thought you were here because of your boyfriend” Tony asked
Boyfriend… boy… friend… boyfriend?? What is that?
For a moment, the words boyfriend had lost meaning. Then it hit her… KUNLE! …. Oh no! Kayode, Yes Kayode!!
“Me! Boyfriend? You mean my driver right”
“Driver? That’s not how it looked to me when I first saw you two together, besides you did say he was the reason why you came”
“Well yes, err… Kayode has worked with my family for over 6 years. He has been very dedicated so this whole story of him raping someone breaks my heart because I know it is a lie.”
He chuckled.. “ hmmm… since when do people go out of their way to help their drivers, since when did people start to know whether or not their drivers are rapists and do tell me, how a man who was working for Eppsions oil barely 2 months ago has been your driver for over 6 years. Don’t play games with me”
He laughed hard “ You are one very poor liar, at least your ability in bed is slightly better than your ability to think on your feet or did you think I wouldn’t know anything about him?”
“I personally represent over 30% of the local funding that the AWRO women’s group get. Of course that’s only about 10% of their total funding but the AWRO operates in several countries, local philanthropist are the life blood of each national branch, they can’t afford to ignore my opinions on how they proceed on the issue with Kayode. And that is why you are here, stack naked in my bed. You need me to influence the AWRO director to stop fanning the flames of the fire that has destroyed your boyfriend”
He spoke every word in a very deliberate manner as those they were stacks of dominoes he needed to lay perfectly side by side so they don’t collapse before he intended for them to. He was far too aware of his power.
She was about to argue but he interrupted with a raise of hand
“Theres no need to, the devil is live”
He had just tuned to a local station broadcasted over the cable network. The interviewer was a dark classy looking lady in her fifties. She had the professionalism of one who had been in the presenting business for several years and the empathy of a mother.
“Be strong” she said. “the world needs to hear your story”.
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